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SPRING 1979 

Established 1901 



BILL PURCELL — Assistant Editor 



Diane DeVore 

Gwen Schubert 

Sue Crane 

Sue Sanders 

Donna Ray 


Scott Abrams 

Oskar H. Larson 

Jill Bitner 

Michael Osiapinski 

Diane DeVore 

Mel Rawls 

Dr. Joshua Feldstein 

Tom Richardson 

Karen Frey 

Michael Ridge 

Sally Garber 



Dr. Richard Ziemer 


Page Name 

Cover Glenn Sharko 

5 Diane DeVore 

7 Tom Richardson 

8 Sue Morton 

9 Glenn Sharko 

10 Bill Purcell 

12 Helene Fitting 

14 Glenn Sharko 

16 Sue Morton 

19 Bill Purcell 

23 Jill Crisan 

24 Michael Ridge 

Back Cover Jill Crisan 

THE GLEANER is published during the scholastic year by the students 
of Delaware Valley College of Science and Agriculture of Doylestown, 
Penna. THE GLEANER is a student publication, and the opinions ex- 
pressed within are not necessarily those of THE GLEANER staff or 
administration. Neither the college nor staff will assume responsibility 
for plagiarism unknowingly occurring within. 



This year's Gleaner is 
dedicated to those 
who have served 
the College for 
25 years or more. 

Dr. Joshua Feldstein 
Since 1942 

Frederic S. Blau 
Since 1950 

Jean H. Work 
Since 1950 

Abraham Rellis 
Since 1943 

Dr. Jesse Elson 
Since 1946 

Dr. Peter Click 
Since 1948 

Since 1952 

Oskar H. Larson 
Since 1954 

Lionel M. Adelson 
Since 1954 

"The Letter" 

In the form of a letter a deep friendship came to be 

Expressing our true, open feelings made everything plain to see. 

The honesty and happiness that is shared over the miles 

Can help relieve depressing thoughts and change deep 

frowns to smiles. 

Seeing the envelope all white and crisp and neat 

Relieves the miserable lonely pains, and wipes away defeat. 

Though the distance may be far, we'll always remain good friends, 

As long as the words are written our friendship will never end. 

Jill Bitner 


Feel the tingle, see the sparks 

Touch the electricity in the dark. 

Smell the odor in the air 

That makes me realize that you're always there 

Feel the attraction like a magnetic force 

Pulling us together from an unknown source. 

Spiritual unity makes us two in one, 

Stay with me forever, until my life is done. 

Jill Bitner 

Oh, that August has come to me! 

And I, not ready, or not aware 

of its arrival, 

have been detained in months ago 

which have yet to become a part of my past. 

Karen Frey 

I have found out that some 
Friendships are worse than 
any kind of war. 
You both start out like buds 
on a Flower, but soon 
time lapses, moods change 
And then the buds open 
with thorns emerging on 
the stem. 



Looking into the pool I see reflections of 

days gone by - 
I was young, and could not possibly die. 
The face in the water is wrinkled by the 

dropping of a stone, 
And long ago memories chill me to the bone. 

The twisting ripples bring back sweet memories 
Of you and I laying beneath silent trees; 
And for a moment we are there - in a 

reflection of time, 
Never to be lost in the ultimate sunshine. 

There are no wrinkles on my unfledged face, 
Yet you are wiping tears from my eyes with 

your dress of lace. 
The longer I gaze at us the more the tears 

And seeing your dress I realize that tears, 

like blood, do strain. 

Mel Rawls 

On Last Looking Into "The Odyssey' 

Much have I struggled through long parts, 
And many strange creatures seen; 
Across many lands have I been 
With inhabitants wise in black arts. 
Continue on, only those with stout hearts. 
The conclusion — pure, serene 
The return of the owner to his demesne, 
Never again will be said, "He departs." 
Finished, free as a bird in blue skies. 
Without worries for correct translations, 
And more small print for bloodshot eyes, 
But, others must pass through these locations. 
As for me, I bid sweet bye-byes, 
"Farewell, ye ancient civilizations!" 

Sally Garber 


I'm tired of being put down 

I'm almost ready to quit 

I'm sick of changing my everyday ways 

To make myself seem to fit. 

If people can't accept me, 

It they can't conform, 

Why should I change my lifestyle 

Only to make me warm. 

It isn't worth the hassle 

It isn't worth the distress 

Because the people I want to 

Never seem impressed. 

They never recognize me 

They never glance my way 

I'm tired of being "a nothing" 

Is what I'm trying to say. 

I want to be somebody 

I want my name to be known 

But there is no simple solution 

And I often end up alone. 

Sometimes I am lonely 

Sometimes I'm afraid 

But no matter the circumstances 

My smile will never fade. 

This child on my knee, 

does she know of the inspiration she 

gives to me? 

Within her face radiates the innocence and 
unknowing curiosity so difficult to find 
in a world of monotonous and side glancing faces 

This child on my knee 

does she know of the faith she gives to me? 

Her impish grin and chunkling laugh, 

give confidence to me at last, 

to venture out in a world of carbon 

copies without becoming a duplicate myself. 
This child on my knee 
She knows of these things she gives to me, 
but questions me not, for love is free 
and the same thing goes for you and me. 
Tom Richardson 

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I'm the Gypsy Queen 

What does it mean? 

I'm the Gypsy Queen 

I'll tell you what I mean; 

Look into my eyes and see the moon, 

In my smile shines the sun, 

There's healing in my touch, 

Power in my presence. 

I'm the Gypsy Queen 

What does it mean? 

I'm a King 
I'm a Queen 
I'm love 
I'm hate 
I'll make you 

or I'll break you 

But I'm the Gypsy Queen, 

Tell me, What does it mean? 


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"The Blindman" 

He faces the world with a stick in his hand 

He looks, but doesn't see, when he walks on the land. 

He hears and he listens, he touches and smells 

Living a life in darkness must come close to hell. 

The times that he worries about where to go next 

For matters such as these, he can't consult a text. 

People tend to avoid and ignore him because of his handicap 

His lack of ability to see things as they are often creates a gap. 

A gap in the way his life is scheduled and run 

Because of a reason, beyond his control, he'll never see the sun. 

Don't pity him, because he'll resent your sympathy 

After all, he isn't dumb, it's just that he can't see. 

Jill Bitner 

I gathered stars for one night stands, 

ready to search, ready for love. 

Only to lose my dignity for a body next to mine. 

Why did I not see the Stardust in your eyes in 

the reflection of my dreams? 

Michael Osiapinshi 



No one hears my cry of despair 

Or maybe they hear it but they just don't care. 

They're all wrapped up in problems of their own 

Now there's no warmth, I'm chilled to the bone. 

The coldness has nothing to do with the weather 

My mind goes wandering and becomes light as a feather. 

Friends ask "what's wrong" but it's only polite 

Hopefully happiness will come into sight. 

I have learned to accept my unwelcome fate 

But I need someone to help me before it's too late. 

Jill Bitner 

A Living Death 

Alone in the world, 

And nobody on your side; 

Your life continues, 

But, in essence, you died. 

There is no one to talk to; 
There is no one to care for, 
You walk "through" life, 
For you enter no doors. 

Agony and suffering — 
Deep, sharp pains in one's heart- 
Show no signs 
To diminish, cease, or part. 

Your feelings are gone; 
And there's nothing to share; 
Death approaches faster, 
But you no longer care. 

Maybe "that's" a life; 

A new chance to "live", 

Hoping this time, 

You can receive, share and give. 

Scott Abrams 

Passing Through Life 

With conception at birth, born is a man; 

A new being created, inherent is a given plan. 

As he enters this world through the light that beams, 
He carries with him his hopes and dreams. 

Enclosed is contained his wisdom and knowledge, 
The source of strength leading him from elementary school 
to college. 

Although he pursues a directed mission, 

He is given a mind, the ability in making decisions. 

In his life he encounters joy and despair, 
But still ahead lies his most tragic fear. 

For death is the end of living, 
And to all his fellow men, the termination of 
sharing, caring, and giving. 

His life has terminated, for he has no control; 
Death, the end mark of living, is the signal indicating 
the accomplishment of his goal. 

Although his physical existence did indeed depart, 
His spirit and memories do undoubtably live on 
in one's heart. 

His life is remembered for all the good things he achieved, 
And now to continue mankind new life must be conceived. 

Scott Abrams 

I am for the taming, wild by nature, craving the trainer's hand. 
Karen Frey 

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"An Artist" 

Globbing on paint of many different colors 
Making scenes of nature and maybe one or two others 
Working with clay, with crayons, and with chalk. 
Sketching a scene comes as natural to you as spotting 

prey comes to a hawk. 
It takes inborn talent and the ability to create 
Developing this ability can open many a gate. 
People come from miles around to admire your works of art 
The beauty brought out from inside you is from your 

mind and from your heart. 
May time bring success and happiness along your way 
Remember that dribbling and daubing can bring out what 

you want to say. 
Jill Bitner 

People are like mirrors; 
They only reflect what they 
want others to see. 


To A Child 

Don't be like they want you to be, 
You'd grow too perfectly to live a life 
by missing out on pains and strife. 

Experience your surrounding and question its being. 
That's the only way to truly learn, 
so cast away the molds they've set, 
and maybe, just maybe, you'll get there yet. 
Tom Richardson 





Facing the realities which encompass my world 

Watching how dreams are often unfurled. 

Racing from fears and trembling lies 

Seeing how much my life really buys. 

Trying to struggle and to make the world mine 

Discovering happiness and sadness while standing in line. 

Waiting for opportunities to pass my way 

Reaching out to grab them, before they slip away. 

Jill Bitner 


Flying above my center of existence, 
beyond the realization, the rationalization 
of my own minuteness 
to a space, a place 
in suspension. 


Dragon Souffle 

Hey you! How about an egg souffle 
With red eyes and breathing fire 
From its long green teeth, 
Puncturing swiftly the burning flames 
And choking smoke, and quoting 
Nietzsche with a lisp in every word 
Dripping hatred into antique urns. 

Karen Frey 


Sitting on a rock, 

Wondering where she's at, 

But the rock was cold 

And I needed warmth. 

So I got off the rock and 

Walked down through the meadow, 

And she moved through the grass 

Like a butterfly in flight, 

Away from me, always away from me 

I caught her down by the 

Sea, waiting for me, 

To let me have her for a moment 

Before she dashed out with the 

Tide, leaving me confused 

And alone. 

Every night thereafter, 

The tide would leave her at 

The waters edge, and we'd 

Hold each other as the waves 

Broke around our legs, 

Till the morning tide 

Pulled her back out, 

Leaving me lost and alone, 

Wondering how much of our 

Love goes out every night 

With the tide, 

Leaving me alone, always alone 



I'm getting myself together, 

It might take some time, 

But it is worth it, 

Maybe I'm different, 

I say eccentric, 

But neither wrong nor right 

I'll flow along 
taking my time. 
My life starts on today 

and ends on forever. 
Come with me, my love, 
Share and experience with me 
And love me if it is to be 

for you 
And also forever. 

Michael Osiapinski 


The one essential 
Of an existential 
is me, myself and I. 

Yet the unity of these entities 

Adds essences 

Which some of them deny. 

For essences and isms 
Are paradoxical chasms 
O'er which no spans exist. 

"Mind for Idealism 

And matter for Realism 

Offer no solution," 

Says I's philosophical pollution, 

"of what me's mind has wrought. 

If isms flourish 
Only to wax and vanish, 
When will we see the quietism 
Of existentialism? 

Dr. Richard Ziemer 


Looking into your eyes, 

I wanted to say I love you 

But the words seem 

So cheap for I have 

Said them to another 

When I wasn't sure, 

And I never should have 

Let my lips form those words 

But they did. 

Once again I'm not 

Sure so I'll wait 

To prevent pain by 

Saying those words cheaply, 

But I think I love you. 


A Dreaming Reality or A Subconscious Gift 

Transcending the animals of every kind, 

Is man, containing the vital component, the mind. 

His high complexity and integration, 

Bridge the thought process from reality to imagination. 

And it is in man's imagination where the diversity of his 

thoughts and feelings are most immense, 
And everything he hopes to achieve - his aspirations - are 

most intense. 

It is in the deep portion of the subconscious where man 

escapes the world of reality, 
And unawareably, augmented is the credibility of these dreams 

and diminished are these fallacies. 

Subjects are varied in the process of dreaming, 
Covered is a wide range, from rewarding to redeeming. 

In the dreams of rewarding, one perceives nothing less, 

Than the attainment of accomplsihment, happiness, or success. 

In the dreams of redeeming, one may experience pain, 

agony or defeat; 
But with profound interpretations, it will be with goodness 

that he will meet. 

Dreams are a necessity of life; for through them people 

are significantly relieved or helped; 
And when they exhibit that gifted sensation, a destiny, 

in essence, is reached, or more intimately felt. 

Scott Abrams 

If you have to 
Ask for your 
back. . . 
You lost your 
Pride in the 


If things had always 
come easy for me then, 
I wouldn't appreciate the 
good things I have now. 



I sat there working by myself 
intent on getting the problem done 

and to get out of there 
While everyone else worked in groups, 

helping each other, talking, 
and laughing. 
The faster I tried to finish the problem 

the louder the noise grew in the room 
around me; 
It slowly closed in on me, 
I was cornered with my back 

against the wall, 
I was isolated and all alone, 
And then they came at me, 

their eyes stabbing my mind 
until it was a race between my 

pen and their voices. 
As I was about to crack 
I filled in the last blank, 

picked up my books 

and left; leaving the roar behind 
I entered the quiet hallway 

and shut the door. 


The loneliness will have no place to hide if we give it no room to cry. 
Karen Frey 

I've waited all this 

time to be me. 

And yet, when I speak 

For myself no one listens 

Then, if I follow others, 

I'm only someone's stepping stone. 

Therefore, I've chosen 

to be my own company. 

When I saw myself clearly in the mist, I then understood 
the complexity of my own individuality. 
Karen Frey 




"Twas the night before Christmas 

In this tropical land, 
Not a thing was stirring 

Excepting our fan. 

The Canal was all silent 

Folks shared the same fear 

Without any snow 

How could Santa get here? 

Then out at the pier 

There arose such a clatter, 
We rushed to our porch 

To see what was the matter. 

From his Gig to the seawall 
Santa leaped with a bound, 

Then sprang to our rooftop 
And stood looking around. 

Then he said with a chuckle: 
"Byjumpin' yimminy. . . . 

First they don't have the snow 

Now - they don't have a chimney! 

Inside of a twinkling. 

With steps light and sure 
He swung from the rooftop 

And entered our door. 

Our stockings we'd hung 
By the window with care, 

Scarcely hoping Saint Nicholas 
Would ever look there. 

But he found them O.K. 

And went to work with a grin 
The lack of a fireplace 

Couldn't stop him! 

He pushed back his cap, 

Ran a hand through his hair, 

Then left presents galore 
In a big bamboo chair. 

He mopped his wet brow 

And sighed with great patience, 
As he jokingly mumbled, 

"What a place to be stationed!' 

Each home he visited 

With the very same vim, 

And when he had finsihed 
He went for a swim. 

Then he boarded his Gig, 
And we all heard him say, 

"It's not a white Christmas, 
But I made it O.K." 

And we heard him exclaim, 
As he sailed out of sight — 

"Merry Christmas to all 
And to all a good night!" 

Michael Ridge 


The Meeting 

Just last night while traveling across our 

galaxy of stars 
I came across a friend in disguise — halfway 

between Venus and Mars. 
Her face was new, but fier body was old; 
And she was lost in a moment of time, or 

so I was told. 
It seems she once had a lover who pierced 

her heart, 
Then turned and left with his «£$ conquest, 

still broker apart. 
"What a sad story," I said depressingly. 
But then what did I care — for I had 

been he. 








A Pictural History of the National Farm School 
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In the year 1927, Abraham Rellis enrolled in The National 
Farm School. He entered a world which is completely different 
from the one we encounter today. In the 1920's the college was 
a three year farm school with classes eleven months a year. 
One would attend classes for six weeks, then work for six 
weeks in the fields or on the farms. The only available tractors 
were those with steel tires, so the school maintained fifty 
horses which the students used to plow the fields. The products 
of their labor were served to them at meal time but as always 
the students complained about the food. 

In 1930 there were 120 students who attended the college; 
most of them came from New York City or Philadelphia. For 
entertainment the school would sponsor dances and the girls 
who attended were from the Jewish hospital in Philadelphia. At 
this time there was an animosity between Doylestown and the 

During the 1920's hazing was allowed and the Freshmen 
were required to wear beanies and were called "mutts". If the 
seniors became displeased with their behavior they would most 
likely throw the freshman in the manure pit. 

Times have changed since then. Gone is the undefeated 
football team of 1930. There are no longer restricted areas for 
smoking cigarettes and dorms do not enforce study periods. 
The school administration was much more strict then and the 
students were calmer but as Mr. Rellis said "We didn't know 
the things you know now." 

Diane DeVore 



Working Teams Starting 

from the 
Historic "Home Place" 



I was asked by the Editor of the Gleaner to write a very brief 
article concerning the life at The National Farm School. It is my 
pleasure to recall an era which was the beginning of my happy 
forty year association with the College. 

I enrolled at The National Farm School on April 1, 1939. 
The school was all-male and very unique in its methods and 
philosophy of education. 

The entire school community consisted of approximately 
180 students and thirty members of the Faculty and Staff. The 
School operated 1,200 acres of farm land. Most of the present 
Dairy and Animal Husbandry facilities were in existence in 
1939. In addition, the School maintained cattle at the Fox Farm 
and at Number 4 and Number 7 Farms. The Poultry Depart- 
ment operated three houses and produced all the necessary 
eggs, chickens and turkeys for home consumption and for sale. 

The General Agriculture Department farmed 600 acres of 
land and provided the necessary hay, corn, silage, wheat, oats, 
barley and soybeans and straw to the various Animal Depart- 
ments. In addition, the General Agriculture Department had 
forty acres of potatoes under cultivation for home consump- 
tion and for sale. The General Agriculture Department main- 
tained twenty work horses which were used for cultivation, 
planting, mowing, spraying, etc. 

The Horticulture Department operated approximately fifty 
acres of orchards and small fruit planting. In addition, fifty 
acres of vegetables and sweet corn were planted for home 
consumption and for sale. Most of the fruit and vegetables were 
sold at a school-operated roadside market, presently the loca- 
tion of the Poultry Diagnostic Laboratory. 

The Floriculture and Landscape Gardening Departments 
operated 16,000 square feet of Greenhouses and maintained 
the campus, formal and informal gardens, a propagation house 
and five acre nursery. 

The Agricultural Machinery Department maintained, ser- 
viced and repaired all machinery, including tractors and imple- 


ments drawn by tractors or horses. 

The lower level of the Allman Building had an excellent and 
well equipped carpentry shop, forge shop and machinery shop. 
The ground level of Allman Building was used for storage, 
teaching demonstrations and repairs of major farm equipment. 

During my years at The National Farm School, only high 
school graduates of high moral standing were considered for 
admission. A full-time student had to be vigorous and healthy in 
order to participate in the rigorous and challenging educational 
program. I must add, however, that the School provided special 
one-year educational programs for the physically handicapped. 
This was in 1939, long before the enactments of Federal Laws 
and the genuine concern for the physically handicapped. 

All students lived on campus and were housed in Ulman 
Hall, Eisner Hall and on the second floors of Segal and Lasker 

The first floor of Lasker Hall contained the kitchen and 
Dining Hall, while the lower levels of Lasker and Ulman Halls 
and the Loucheim Auditorium (gymnasium no longer in exist- 
ence) were used for recreational purposes. Segal Hall, Horti- 
culture Building, Greenhouses, Straus Dairy Building and 
Allman Building contained the classrooms and laboratories. 

The educational program consisted of four terms (fifty 
weeks) per year for three consecutive years. Such a program 
offered the students excellent scientific knowledge and prac- 
tical experiences in all phases of agriculture throughout the 
entire calendar year. The Terms were as follows: Spring - four- 
teen weeks, Summer - eight weeks, Fall - sixteen weeks, 
Winter - twelve weeks. 

The Spring, Fall and Winter Terms were divided into two 
equal sessions, classroom work and supervised practice. The 
student body was also divided into two sections, each section 
attending classes half of the term and carrying on supervised 
practical work during the other half of the term. All students 
were engaged in supervised work during the Summer Term. 

Consequently, every student participated actively in all phases 
of agricultural operations and specialized in his own major 
during the Junior and Senior years. 

Students were assigned to morning and afternoon "details" 
in all Departments. This included feeding and milking dairy 
cattle, caring for poultry, horses, beef cattle, sheep and hogs, 
harvesting asparagus, cutting flowers, etc. Such practical 
experiences were very valuable to all students and particularly 
to students from the cities. 

All students were expected to assist with various duties, 
wait on tables in the Dining Room, unload coal, shovel snow, 
distribute mail, painting, minor repairs, etc. The students con- 
sidered The National Farm School as their home away from 
home and therefore helped in every way possible. 

The work was very hard and the hours were long. The stu- 
dents who survived and graduated exhibited intellectual capa- 
city, tenacity, determination, ability to adjust to difficult situa- 
tions and to people and above all — a love for agriculture. 

The students participated actively in various intercollegiate 
athletic programs, club activities, Glee Club, Band, publica- 
tions (Gleaner and Furrow). 

The main sports were football, basketball and baseball, 
while soccer was a recognized club activity. The Student 
Council and the various classes sponsored dances and 
concerts at regular intervals. A beautiful Harvest Show was 
held in the Fall. The Harvest Show was the precursor of the 
present "A" Day. 

Discipline and self-discipline were very strict. There were 
some problems but they were resolved immediately. Life was 
not easy. Every student put forth a tremendous amount of 
mental and physical energy and consequently there was no 
time for vandalism or nonsense. Hazing was strictly prohibited 
but offenders were punished and often ostracized. 

There was a definite spirit that permeated the campus. All 
students were proud of the School and supported all activities 
by being either active participants or cheering spectators. 

There was a sense of brotherhood and responsibility. 

The campus was immaculate. No trash, no traffic on lawns. 
Students did not hesitate to bend over and pick up a branch, or 
a soda bottle or paper and place it into an appropriate trash 

All students respected the inherent rights of their fellow 
students and the rights of the School. 

The National Farm School provided the students with an 
excellent education and instilled in its students and graduates a 
sense of responsibility, good citizenship, cooperation, dedica- 
tion, service, respect for human rights, appreciation for the 
beauty of nature and the environment and, above all, a love for 
the land and agriculture which is an art, a science, a business, 
and a way of life. Dr. Joshua Feidstein 





Looking Back Thirty Years 

OskarH. Larsson, Registrar, 
Delaware Valley College 

The National Agriculture College that I entered in Septem- 
ber of 1948 after a hitch in the Navy was quite different from 
the Delaware Valley College of today. Since I had been billeted 
during Navy boot training with 130 men in bunk beds spread 
three feet apart on one floor of a two-storied barracks building, 
being assigned to a six-man corner room on the first floor of 
Ulman Hall did not in any way concern me or those of my 
roommates who had also been in the armed services. The 150 
Ulman Hall students were kept in check most of the time by Mr. 
Daniel Miller, the Assistant Dean of Students, who lived in a 
second floor apartment with his wife. Several years ago Penn 
Hall was re-named Miller Hall in memory of Mr. Miller and his 
years of service to the College as it Assistant Dean of Students, 
Business Manager and loyal alumnus. 

Through the "G.I. Bill" the federal government subsidized 
virtually all of the college expenses of World War II veterans. 
These men had learned in the service to be conscientious stu- 
dents. Dr. Jesse Elson's Chemistry courses stand out in my 
mind as probably the toughest in the curriculum. I recall spend- 
ing considerable time in the evenings before exams in the Segal 
Hall auditorium which could seat 150 students, where several 
of the more outstanding members of our class tutored us in 
Chemistry and sometimes in Mathematics. Many of us would 
then adjourn to the Library for additional study or get up at five 
in the morning for some last-minute cramming. It is interesting 
to note that the basement of Ulman Hall had a dirt floor and the 
only student canteen/store was located in a corner room with a 
slatted floor. 

Hazing was the craze on most college campuses in those 
days. Even the veterans went along with it and adhered to the 
requirements, that freshmen wear large name signs around 
their necks and "beanies" on their heads and recite, on 
demand to upperclassmen, the College's rules and regulations. 

I recall that the "wise guys" in our class were treated to many 
early mornings in the dairy barn's manure pile. Our hazing also 
included the stipulation that freshmen walk through the familiar 
smell of "Ginkgo Lane" to and from all of their meals in Lasker 
Hall Dining Room. Actually, the six week hazing period solid- 
ified our class and increased our College spirit. 

Although hazing was usually kept under control I do remem- 
ber an incident when the premature lighting of the traditional 
Homecoming Day bonfire almost ended in tradegy. Freshmen 
were required to build and stand guard over a twenty by twenty 
pile of wood until it was officially torched on Friday evening of 
the Homecoming Day pep rally. On this particular evening a 
sophomore poured gasoline over the wood pile and set in on 
fire before the freshmen guard could stop him. In the struggle 
that ensued the freshman's trousers caught fire and his legs 
were badly burned. Orders came down almost immediately 
from Dr. James Work prohibiting all future bonfires on campus. 

During the late forties and the fifties the College fielded 
intercollegiate teams in football, basketball and baseball. I re- 
member Charley Keys when he served as head coach of all 
three sports and had winning or near-winning seasons in each 
of them. Two of our nationally known football coaches in those 
days were Hugh Bezdek, formerly the successful head football 
coach at Penn State University, and Pete Pihos, a former All- 
American from Indiana University and All-Pro end for the Phila- 
delphia Eagles. Although the College did not really subsidize 
athletics, the records of the varsity teams were good, with a 
reasonable number of winning seasons. Along with intercol- 
legiate athletics, intramural sports were popular and many of 
the student-athletes and the students were also active in the 
wide variety of clubs on campus. 

Speaking of extracurricular activities, probably the highlight 
of the College year was and still is "A" Day, which was first 


held in May 1949. I showed a dairy cow, for the Dairy Club in 
Allman Building which was used, in those days, for a farm 
machinery area with a woodworking and forge shop in the 
basement. "A" Day acquainted the public with the College and 
afforded the students the opportunity not only to organize the 
show, but also to work and to compete in their major fields. Un- 
doubtedly, "A" Day had improved the College's image in the 
community and has contributed a great deal to enhancing its 
reputation throughout Pennsylvania and other states. It also 
complements the College's emphasis on learning by doing, a 
concept I heartily endorse. 

A survey of old College catalogues demonstrates that the 
academic program of today has been greatly streamlined and 
updated from that of my years as a student. But the overall 
educational philosophy that combines theory and practice has 
been copied by other institutions of higher learning. I am highly 
supportive of the College's philosophy and objectives. 

In looking back I can't neglect to discuss the citizenship 
grading system, one of the most unique features of the College 
during its initial years. Patterned after West Point and Annap- 
olis, the citizenship grade ranged from 0.0 to 4.0 and was re- 
corded at the end of each semester on each student's perman- 
ent record card. Criteria for calculating it included: 1) Faculty 
members assigned each student a citizenship grade based on 
integrity, attitude, industry and effort. All grades were weighted 
in relationship to number of course credits; 2) For every un- 
excused absence, students lost .25 of a point; 3) Club presi- 
dents awarded a citizenship grade to each club member based 
on leadership and interest; and 4) The office of the Dean of 
Students assigned each student a citizenship grade based on 
integrity, effort and participation in extracurricular activities. 
The four component grades were combined into one citizenship 
grade. The grade proved effective for the new four year College 
and assisted the faculty and administration in observing student 
behavior, building character and encouraging the growth of the 
whole student. To graduate, students were required to earn a 
minimum cumulative citizenship grade of 2.0 matched by a 
minimum cumulative academic average of 2.0. 

As I look back over thirty years as a student and a College 
administrator, I recognize the strengths of a small college like 


Delaware Valley College that combines theory and practice and 
stresses the importance of each student as an individual. Its 
relatively small enrollment offers each student the opportunity 
to become involved not only in the classroom, the laboratory, 
and actual work experience but also to assume leadership and 
participatry roles in athletics and other extracurricular activi- 
ties. The success of the College's graduates demonstrate that 
Delaware Valley College's objectives are being achieved. 

A special word of thanks goes to Dr. Peter Glick who reviewed 
this article. 



The following is the program for each day 

except Saturday 

Sunday and Monday during the school period: 

5:30 A.M., Rising Bell. 

5:45 A.M., Details. 

6:30 A.M., Breakfast 

7:00 A.M., Inspection of Rooms. 

7:15 A.M., Drill. 

7:45 A.M., Study Period. 

8:45 A.M., Chapel. 

9:00 A.M. to 12 M., Class Exercises. 

12:15 P.M., Dinner. 

1:00 to 5:00 P.M., Industrials. 

5:00 P.M., Details. 

6:00 P.M., Supper. 

7:00 to 9:00 P.M., Study Period. 

9:45 P.M., Retiring. 

Meeting of Farm School Literary Society takes place every 
Saturday at 7:30 P.M. Monday is devoted entirely to industrial 



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